ieva melgalve

I just came home from a loooong night out. I hadn’t done any writing, nothing useful at all (blame Michael Crichton). So under three beers and something-dunno-what, I’m staggering to the car, and my husband says, how much can you do? Can you do ten words? Ten-and-a-half? Can you do half of a word? And [...]

Yesterday, I sorta digressed from my image of a decent mother and wife. Well, but it was fun and I managed to write 600+ words too, so everything is shiny. Today, I’ll be happy to do anything at all; the upcoming scene is an “I’m listening to Trent Reznor to get in the right mood” [...]

I did 800+ words today and am now wondering (again) what do all non-writers do with their spare time. I’ve been reading (but how much erotically charged fiction is one able to swallow in a mouthful?) and poking around the net, and now, well, I’m a bit at loss. Light beer 1:1 with Sprite is [...]